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Half an hour has passed since Fay left the room, and Kent is still laying on the floor, crippled with pain and anxiety. He presses his eyes closed against it, wanting – quite desperately – to be anywhere else, to be anyone else. God damn it, but he hates himself right now. Hates every choice…

“I have new instructions for you,” he says after a moment, still not looking at me. I watch him, curious, my anxiety increasing. If he just has instructions, why didn’t he wait to give them to me at breakfast, like he always does? “All right,” I say quietly, waiting for him to continue. But he…

And our contract. Our deal. And I had to meet him on the third floor in fifteen minutes. “Shit,” I whisper to myself. What the hell had I gotten myself into? __________________________ Ten minutes later, I’ve swapped my grey dress for the corset and panties that Kent left for me, and I’m standing frozen at…

I glance at Kent’s face again but then do as he says, walking slowly over to the wall and looking up at the metal loops while Kent moves swiftly to a cabinet a few feet away. “What are these for?” I ask, staring up at them. “I’m going to show you,” Kent murmurs, coming up…

Ivan goes still, staring at me, waiting for me to continue. “I mean,” I start awkwardly, looking down at my beer. “I know that the dive bar that you took me to was filled with people from all of the underworld families. That was embarrassing for me and it caused a real rift between me…

We both grin at each other as our eyes meet, though I roll mine. She doesn’t, and instead holds her glass out to me in invitation. After a second of hesitation, I clink mine against it. “Whatever you decide, Fay,” she says happily. “I support you. But whatever you do, don’t forget that you’re doing…

The message is very simple. Put this on with your black Prada pumps. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. I cover my mouth in shock, shaking my head back and forth as I read it again and again. Fifteen minutes? And then what? About fourteen minutes later, I study myself in the mirror, my stomach…

I raise my chin towards him. “Yes,” I tell him, my voice steady. “Good,” he purrs, his eyes devouring me one last time before he pulls the door open. “I’ll look forward to it, Fay. Every minute of it.” Kent pulls the door closed behind him and I fall to my knees, finally giving my…

Still. I’ve got business to take care of. I step out of the car, closing the door behind me, and look around for Ivan. My eyes go to him immediately and my stomach turns over, instantly filled with flutters. His six-foot, leanly-muscled frame is wrapped, for the first time since I’ve known him, in a…

His words wake her up then, a little pulse passing through her as she blinks and focuses on him. Suddenly, rage lights her face and she crumples the contract in her hands. Kent can’t help the smirk that quirks the corners of his lips. Frankly, he likes her all riled up. “You pig,” she snarls,…